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Sabrina's Ab Experience

It
was a typical morning in the Spellman house, where teenaged witch
Sabrina lived with her two aunts, Hilda and Zelda (both of whom were
also witches) and Salem, a warlock who had been changed into a cat
by the Witches' Council for the crime of trying to take over the
world years ago.
The two aunts were in the kitchen, fixing breakfast for
themselves and their niece, who was. . .they assumed. . .upstairs
getting ready for school.
Salem was lounging around wherever he could find free space,
making sarcastic remarks about whatever the two aunts were doing,
and dropping none-too-subtle hints that they could be feeding him
better. . .and more often.
As usual, the aunts ignored him as much as they could.

As
Hilda and Zelda settled into their morning routine, Sabrina came
bounding down the stairs, dressed smartly in gray slacks, white
blouse and black vest.

"Hey,
guess what?", she exclaimed as she breezed into the room.
"I was in the attic looking for stuff to use in my
social studies family history project, and I found this old
pacifier!"

She
waved the pacifier in front of her startled aunts, to show them.

"Was
it mine, or someone else's in the family?", she asked.
Then, without waiting for an answer, she added, "Check
this out. . .aren't I cute?"
And she stuck the pacifier into her mouth and sucked on it a
few times.

This
spurred her horrified guardians into action.

"Crackling
Comets, NO!", Zelda cried as she lunged forward, yanking the
pacifier makefully from Sabrina's mouth and hurling it to the
floor.

"HEY!",
the young witch yelped.
"What's the idea?
If it's not that cute, just say so!"

"That
isn't it," Hilda said, finally finding her tongue again.

"You
don't understand," Zelda chimed in; then, glancing at Hilda,
Zelda took the lead in explaining.

"That's
an Other Realm pacifier, Sabrina," her aunt told her.
"It has a spell on it designed specifically to pacify
babies and make them less fussy."

"So?",
Sabrina said, her brow furrowed in concern.
"I'm not a baby!
So it won't work on me!"

"That's
where you're wrong," Hilda informed her.
"The spell is activated whenever anyone sucks on it,
like you just did.
If a baby does it. . .no problem.
But if someone who isn't a baby sucks on it, the spell will
make them think like a
baby, so that it can pacify them."

"Well,
maybe it isn't working because I'm half-witch and half-mortal,"
Sabrina said, hoping it was true.
"Or maybe I didn't suck on it long enough."

At
this, Hilda and Zelda exchanged looks that indicated they didn't
think either one was true.

"Yeah,
I mean, it would have worked by now, if it was going to,
right?", Sabrina assured them.
"You said so yourselves!"

With
that, she turned and began to head towards the refrigerator.
But after only two steps, she gasped, lost her balance, and
fell to her hands and knees.

"Sabrina!",
Zelda cried.
"Did you hurt yourself?"

"N-no,"
she replied.
"I'm not hurt.
But at the risk of alarming anyone. . .I seem to have forgotten
how to walk!"

Zelda
and Hilda exchanged knowing looks again.
Without saying so, they both knew what they needed to do.

"I'm
not sure why it's taking so long to take full effect," Zelda
told her niece, "but the spell is
taking effect.
I'm afraid you're going to be a baby for a while, dear."

"But
I don't want to be a baby
again!", Sabrina whined.
"Isn't there an antidote or something?"

"Yes,
there is an antidote," Zelda replied.
"But I have to go to the Other Realm Pharmacy to get it,
and it's liable to take most of the day.
In the meantime, though, you'll have to stay home from
school. . .and Hilda, you'll have to babysit while I'm gone!"

"I
think this would be a good time to stay out of everyone's way.
Bye, everyone!", Salem said as he quickly made his exit
from the room.

"I'd
better be going, too," Zelda said.
"The quicker I get to the Pharmacy, the quicker they can
fill this!"

She
turned and left, heading upstairs to the Other Realm portal in the
house's closet.

"Well,"
Hilda sighed, "I guess there's no sense putting this off any
longer."

She
pointed at Sabrina, still sitting on the floor, and a stream of
magical particles flew forth.
These surrounded the teenaged witch, erasing all of her
"grown-up" clothes and leaving her naked, except for a
thick, white diaper.

"AUNT
HILDA!", she shrieked, hastily covering her breasts with her
arms.
"What are you doing?"

"Well,
yeah," Sabrina replied, in a shaky tone of voice that said
she'd hoped to avoid it.
"But does the rest of me have to be naked?"

"As
long as I'm babysitting, yes," Hilda told her.
"The last time you were a baby, you were a real
mess. . .getting into everything.
We finally decided to keep you undressed as much as possible
to avoid having all that laundry to do.
Now you're bigger, and liable to get into even more
messiness."

"Yeah,
but, I've got more stuff now that I don't want people seeing!",
Sabrina pointed out.

"I
still don't like it," Sabrina asserted.
"Maybe I should try walking again.
Maybe I just stumbled that first time."

Sabrina
made a move to get back onto her knees, and was about to try
standing up, when a dismayed look crossed her features.
She stayed on her knees for a few moments, then gingerly sat
back down.
As she did so, she was blushing beet-red, and as she sat, her
diaper made a gentle "squishing" sound.

"Problem?",
Hilda asked, though her nose told her what was wrong already.

"So
I take it we're not going to try walking anytime soon," Hilda
said, unable to resist a knowing smirk.

"This
is explainable," Sabrina said, almost as if she was trying to
convince herself as well as Hilda.
"All this baby talk made me nervous, and I just had a
temporary lapse in control, that's all."

"Uh-huh,"
Hilda nodded.
"Are you sure about that?"

"Well,
it's either that," Sabrina replied, "or I have to believe
that I wet myself because some stupid pacifier spell is turning me
back into a baby.
And I refuse to believe that."

She
took a deep breath, and then a look of new horror etched itself upon
her face.

"And
I really don't believe
what it feels like I'm going to do next. . ."

With
a muffled "FRAPP!" sound, the mortified girl began pooping
in her diaper as well.
In a matter of minutes, a thick, gooey, smelly mess mired the
diaper's back portion.

This
was more than Sabrina's overloaded emotions could take, and she
began crying and wailing like a frustrated toddler.

"Ah-hah-hah-hah-hahhhhh!",
she sobbed.
"Don' wanna be a baby!
Wahhhhh!"

Now
Hilda felt sorry for her stricken niece, and ashamed of herself for
smirking at her earlier discomfort.
Realizing that the spell had probably taken full hold by now,
she rose from her chair and knelt down next to Sabrina, taking the
teen's head in her arms and stroking her hair to console her.

"There,
there, sweetie," Hilda said softly.
"You're going to be all right.
Zelly will be back soon with the antidote, and in the
meantime, I'll take good care of you.
Everything will be okay."

Sabrina
didn't think things were very okay at all, but her aunt's soothing
words calmed her down, as did the stroking. She
subsided into gentler and less frequent sobs.

Sabrina
nodded that she understood and agreed, an aberration that Hilda
didn't notice at first.
Standing, she pointed at the kitchen table, and turned it
into a diaper changing station.
She or Zelda could zap it back into a dining table later.

On
this changing station was a full stock of baby supplies. There was a
package of fresh, clean diapers; baby oil; talcum powder; and tapes
to fasten the diapers shut with.
A good supply of baby wipes were also on hand.

Hilda
used her magic to levitate Sabrina onto the changing table. Then,
waving her finger like an orchestra conductor waves his baton, she
removed Sabrina's wet and dirty diaper and disposed of it; cleaned
her niece's bottom; oiled and powdered it, and then put her in a
fresh diaper.

For
her part, Sabrina tried to keep still while this was going on, but
couldn't resist squirming and flailing her legs around.
Hilda saw this and froze Sabrina's legs in the air until she
was finished.
As the process went on, Sabrina contentedly sucked her thumb.

"There,"
Hilda said with another sigh.
"That's done.
Now I need to get you into a playpen so that you're not
wandering around getting into things while we wait for Zelda and the
antidote."

Hilda
levitated Sabrina off the changing table, and then changed it back
to its original form.
Sabrina still sat on the floor sucking her thumb.
She didn't want to, but she couldn't help herself.
Besides, it seemed to calm her down for some reason.

Hilda
went into the Spellman living room and zapped up an adult-sized
playpen, filling it with blocks, teddy bears and other infantile
toys.
Then she zapped Sabrina from the kitchen into the playpen.

"There
we are," Hilda told her.
"How's that?"

She
didn't really expect a response, but Sabrina smiled and said, "Ga-ga!"

"Hmm,"
Hilda said thoughtfully.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea, sweetie.
No one has ever done it before.
Maybe your half-witch/half-mortal make-up has something to do
with it.
But you still can't help acting baby-ish?"

Sabrina
shook her head to signify "no."

"And
you can't help talking like a baby?"

Another
head-shake.

"Huh,"
Hilda sighed.
"That's one for the books.
Well, as long as you can still understand everything we say,
that actually helps us out some.
You can still sort of communicate with us, and be aware of
everything."

Sabrina
nodded.

"Unfortunately,"
her aunt continued, "since you can't control your actions,
you'll still need to be in diapers until we get the
antidote...you'll still be wetting and soiling yourself."

"And
just to be on the safe side, I still want to keep you mostly
undressed like you are for now.
No sense in taking a risk.
Can you be okay with that?"

Sabrina
sighed again and wanted to say, "I guess."
What came out was, "Um glaah."

"I
think I get the message," Hilda said with what she hoped was an
encouraging smile.
"Maybe after this, you'll think to ask Zelly or I about
things you find in the attic before you play with them."

Sabrina
glared at her aunt, wishing she could ask why they didn't warn her
about these things until after she did them.
But she knew if she tried to say anything, it would just come
out as baby talk, so she let the glare say it for her.
If Hilda understood, she didn't let on, though.

As
this was going on, Salem cautiously made his way back into the
kitchen from where he'd been hiding.
Seeing that the room was empty, he looked for something to
do, and finding the pacifier still on the floor, began to bat it
around with his paws, reminding himself to be careful not to bite it
lest the spell work on him as well.
He didn't know

whether
it would make him act like a baby human in a cat's body, or like a
baby kitten, but neither one sounded appealing, and he was in no
hurry to find out.

While
Salem was playfully knocking the pacifier back and forth, two of
Sabrina's schoolmates. . .Valerie and Libby. . .arrived at the back
door, which opened into the Spellman kitchen.
Both girls were dressed in their cheerleader outfits; Libby
was being a pain as usual.

"Valerie,"
Libby sighed with exasperation as they opened the door and stepped
inside, "it's bad enough that a fellow cheerleader hangs out
with a freak like Sabrina.
But do you know what it will do to my reputation if I'm seen
walking to school with her?"

"You
really need to lighten up, Libby," Valerie admonished.
"Sabrina is really cool.
You just got off on the wrong foot with her, that's
all."

The
two girls looked around the kitchen, and found it empty of people.

"Hmm,"
Val said.
"I guess Sabrina and her aunts must be upstairs.
We'll wait for them."

Salem,
upon hearing the two girls approach, had cautioned himself to be on
his guard, and to not do anything that would make them suspicious of
him.
But Libby noticed him anyway, and moved in his direction;
knowing what kind of person she was, Salem moved away quickly,
leaving the pacifier on the floor.

"That's
another thing," Libby said as Salem made tracks to avoid her.
"Her cat doesn't like me, either.
Usually I'm very good with cats.
We understand each other."

Valerie
was wandering around the kitchen, not really paying any attention to
Libby.
That made Libby annoyed.
Then Libby noticed what Salem had been playing with.

"What's
this?", she asked, stooping to pick it up.
"It's a pacifier!
Like babies use!"

"That's
funny," Valerie said as she turned to look at it.
"What's it doing here?"

Now
it was Val's turn to become irritated.
"She is not," Val said, sticking up for her best
friend.
"You take that back!"

A
challenge?
Libby knew she couldn't let that go, fellow cheerleader or
not.

"Maybe
you'd like to make me?", Libby fired back.
"Or are you just as immature as she is?
Maybe you need
this!"

With
that, Libby thrust the pacifier into Valerie's mouth.
Involuntarily, Val sucked on it a couple of times before she
could spit it back out into the palm of her hand.

"Oh,
that was real mature, Libby!", Valerie pouted.
"See how you like it!"

So
saying, Val thrust the pacifier into Libby's mouth.
And as Valerie had, she involuntarily sucked on it a few
times before she spit it back out.

At
first, the two girls grinned at each other over their impromptu
horseplay.
Then their expressions went blank, and they sank to their
knees, then sat on the floor.
Confused and uncertain of what was going on, they both began
to suck their thumbs.

It
was at this point that Hilda re-entered the kitchen, having finally
heard some of the commotion.
She saw the two teenaged girls sitting on the floor, sucking
their thumbs, then looked at Salem.

"What
on Earth happened?", Hilda asked.

"They
found the pacifier and both had a turn on it," Salem told her.

"Well,
why didn't you stop them?"

"Stop
them?", Salem echoed.
"So a talking cat should have said, 'don't suck on the
magic pacifier, girls, or you'll turn into babies like Sabrina
did!"

Hilda
chewed that one over and decided that Salem was right, darn it all.

"Well,
there's nothing else for it, then," Hilda sighed.
She waved her finger at the two girls, rendering them naked
except for diapers, and then zapped them into the playpen with
Sabrina, whom she quickly rejoined.

Sabrina,
for her part, was very startled to see that she had two new
playmates.
She looked at Hilda and said, "Waa?"

"Yeah,
I know, honey," Hilda said.
"They apparently showed up while we were in here, and
found the pacifier and started playing with it.
But don't worry. . .being mortals, they've both regressed
fully, and once they get the antidote, they won't remember any of
this. . .Oh!
I need to call Zelda and tell her we need a triple
dose!"

She
got out her Other Realm cell phone and dialed Zelda's number.
It rang twice before her sister answered.

"Hilda,"
she said with a trace of irritation, "what is it?
I'm in line at the pharmacy. . ."

"Oh,
good, you haven't been waited on yet," Hilda sighed with
relief.
"You need to get a triple dose of the antidote."

"Triple?",
Zelda echoed.
"Hilda, what have you done?"

Hilda
explained the situation, and Zelda rolled her eyes to the heavens as
if looking for strength.

"All
right, I'll get a triple dose," she said at last.
"Just do me one favor: find that pacifier and lock it up
before we have an entire day care center to contend with!"

"Way
ahead of you, Zelly," Hilda agreed as she signed off.
She zapped the pacifier into the palm of her hand, then
zapped a small safe around it with no combination.
That would keep the pacifier from ever being used again!

"Okay,
Zelly's on the job on her end," Hilda told Sabrina.
"But even though your friends won't remember being
babies when this is over, you'd better act as if you think you're a
baby too, because they might have a vague recollection that
something wasn't right at the end, and you don't want any more
trouble."

Sabrina
nodded her agreement.
Meanwhile, Val and Libby had discovered the toys, and were
now fighting over the same teddy bear.
Sabrina used her magic to surreptitiously create an identical
teddy bear, which she offered to the two girls.

Upon
seeing it, Valerie giggled with delight and reached out for it,
relinquishing her grip on the one she'd been playing tug-o-war with
Libby for.
Sabrina let Val have the newer bear, and she hugged it
tightly, leaning back against the playpen.
Cradling it in one arm, she began sucking her thumb again and
started drifting off to sleep.

Libby,
for her part, was at first pleased that now she had the bear she
wanted, and she hugged hers tightly, too.
But then, seeing Valerie content with her own bear, her
now-infantile but still selfish mind decided that she wanted Val's
bear.
So she reached over and took it.
This woke Valerie up, and she began to whimper and reach for
the bear to take it back.
Libby held it away so Val couldn't reach it.

Realizing
that Libby wasn't going to let her have that bear, Val decided to go
back to the other one and reached for it.
Libby wasn't having any of that, either.
She kept both teddy bears away from Val, and Val, not knowing
what else to do, started to cry.

Sabrina,
who had been watching all of this helplessly while still sucking her
own thumb, wanted to do something about it, but couldn't figure out
what.
She was hesitant about using her magic, remembering her aunt
Hilda's admonition to avoid it.
But it hurt her own feelings to see Libby treat Val so mean.
Geez, even as a baby, Libby was a selfish brat!

Luckily,
Aunt Hilda heard Val crying and came in to see what was wrong.
She saw Libby hogging both teddy bears, and said, "I see
someone needs a lesson in sharing."

With
that, she took Libby out of the playpen and put the teenager over
her knee.
Libby then got the first spanking she'd received in
years. . .possibly ever.

Libby
bawled with pain, but more with outrage.
She wouldn't have been able to fully articulate it, in her
infantile mental state, but deep down, she knew this was wrong.
How dare anyone treat her this way?

After
the fanny dusting was over, Hilda zapped up an adult-sized crib and
put Libby into it, giving her a stuffed rabbit to cuddle.

"Now,
you go right to sleep, young lady," Hilda told her.
"And when you wake up, you'd better be in more of a mood
to share your toys!"

Libby
resented this treatment, but gradually forgot why, and then managed
to forget she'd been spanked at all.
Snuggling with the rabbit, she soon fell fast asleep.

Meanwhile,
Sabrina and Valerie were merrily playing with the blocks Hilda had
provided.
In Sabrina's case, she was mostly pretending to be interested
in them, but she knew that Val was currently really into it, and she
felt Val had been frustrated enough with the teddy bear incident, so
she played along.
Even as she wished, for the hundredth time in the last
half-hour, that her aunt Zelda would hurry back with the antidote,
she had to admit that there was a certain pleasure to be taken in
having no more to worry about than this.
To her surprise, a part of her wished she could retreat back
into babydom on a regular basis, whenever teenaged life got to be
too stressful.
She wondered if that were possible, even for a witch.
Maybe when this was all over, she would ask her aunts about
that.

Or
maybe not.
They might think it, and she, were weird.
Maybe she was.

Finding
these thoughts disturbing, Sabrina finally dismissed them and got
down to the serious business of arranging the blocks.
She wanted to see how many words she could spell with them.
Val just wanted to arrange them in ways her infantile mind
found appealing.

As
Val and Sabrina lay on the floor of the playpen, stacking the
blocks, Val wet herself.
Not seeing anything particularly wrong with it, she continued
playing, though Sabrina wrinkled her nose at the smell of
urine-soaked diaper.
A few moments later, Val finished the job by pooping in her
diaper as well.

Hilda,
who was out in the kitchen finishing breakfast and cleaning up, knew
nothing about this.
And Val, who was not the least bit uncomfortable as yet, gave
no outward sign that she needed changing.
So Sabrina took the matter into her own hands.

First,
she tried to call out to her aunt.
She tried to make herself to say, "Aunt Hilda!
We need you!"

What
came out was, "Waaah!
Bo glah baah!

In
the kitchen, Hilda heard this, but not understanding the situation,
felt it was just the kids playing and ignored it.

Meanwhile,
Sabrina waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
At first she figured that Hilda would eventually have to come
in and check on them.
But as the minutes passed and Hilda still didn't show up,
Sabrina began to become concerned.
Not only did her friend stink to high heavens, but Sabrina
was also afraid Val might get diaper rash.

"Well,"
she thought, "I still
have my magic.
Maybe I should just change her myself.
How hard can it be?"

Pointing
her finger at Val, Sabrina caused her to turn over onto her back.
Startled by this, Val whimpered and began to suck her thumb
again.
Sabrina then made Val's diaper come undone, falling away from
her.

She
had expected Val to lay perfectly still while her dirty diaper was
changed.
This didn't happen.
Instead, once her diaper had fallen away, Val got back up
onto her hands and knees and went back after the teddy bears.
Sabrina hastily zapped up a wash cloth to cleanse her
friend's behind, but Val kept moving and the cloth kept missing.

Then
Val crawled back over the dirty diaper, squishing poop all over her
hands and knees and the playpen floor.

"Oh,
Drell love a duck!", Sabrina thought, invoking the name of
the head of the Witches' Council.
Now there was an even bigger mess to clean up.

It
was at this time that Hilda came back to check on the girls.

"Oh,
Drell love a duck!", she cried, echoing her niece's thoughts.
"What a mess!
And don't think I don't see your helping hand in this,
Sabrina!"

Sabrina
wanted to say, "I'm sorry, I was just trying to help!"
But what she actually said was, "Ahwa wugga, glaah gleep!"

Her
aunt seemed to understand anyway, because her attitude softened.

"I
know, sweetie, I know," she sighed as she held Val still with
her own magic and cleaned up the mess.
"This is really tough on you. . .it'd almost be kinder if
your mind had regressed, because this way, you're aware of what you
can't do.
I think I'd better put a lock on your magic until you're
cured, so things like this don't keep happening."

She
pointed her finger at Sabrina, and although nothing visibly
happened, Sabrina soon found that when she pointed her finger and
tried to work magic, she couldn't.
She pouted and stuck her tongue out at her aunt.

Two
more bottles were zapped up and Val and Libby took their turns,
Libby being awoken from her nap for this purpose.

When
feeding was done, Hilda burped all three girls, and Val, her tummy
full, lay back down and fell fast asleep.
Sabrina wanted to stay awake and wait for Zelda to come back,
but she became drowsy too, and soon she was napping as well.

Libby,
for her part, chose that time to empty her own bladder and bowels,
which required Hilda to change her.
Once this was done, Libby went back to sleep like a lamb.

"Ah,
peace and quiet," Hilda sighed with relief.
"Nothing beats it."

Now
that everyone was asleep, though, Hilda was at something of a loss
as to what to do next.
She thought about watching some tv, but was afraid that the
sound of it would wake up her three teenaged infants, so she
rejected that idea.
She thought about puttering around upstairs, on one of the
various projects she hadn't finished, but decided she'd better stay
downstairs in case the babies needed anything.
She finally settled on reading a book she'd bought months ago
but hadn't started.

She
got about four pages into it before she, too, was sound asleep in
her chair.

At
about this point, Libby woke up.
She sat up in her crib, looked around, and decided that she
was bored and wanted to explore.
So, since Hilda had not bothered to lock the crib walls into
place to prevent it, Libby climbed out of the crib and began
crawling around the house.

She
stopped for a bit at the playpen, where Sabrina and Valerie were
slumbering peacefully, and considered taking at least one of the
teddy bears with her.
But Val was sleeping on top of both of them, and Libby had
presence of mind enough to realize that if she tried taking either
one, Val would wake up and start crying again in protest.
Libby

had
a vague recollection that the last time that happened, she got a
spanking, so she opted not to bother with the teddys after all.

Moving
away from the playpen, Libby crawled back out to the kitchen,
opening cabinet doors and looking at the things within them.
She didn't know what any of them were, and when she picked
them up, she found that they weren't all that much fun to play with,
either.
Luckily for her, Zelda was compulsive neat freak enough to
make sure that all the lids were tightly sealed, so Libby's baby-ish
mind wasn't able to figure out how to open them and pour their
contents out.
That kept her from making another big mess, and from
poisoning herself.

Libby
then crawled over to the back door, which she and Val had left ajar
when they came in.
They did this because they had assumed that they, and
Sabrina, would leave for school the same way.
But now, it was an open invitation for Libby to crawl
out. . .and into full view of the general public!

She
managed to nudge the door all the way open, and out of the house she
crawled.
As she did so, she passed Salem, who was sunning himself on
the patio.
Intrigued, she paused to try to play with him.

"Gaa,"
Libby cooed.
"Keeee!"

"Geh?",
Salem said sleepily, rolling over to see who'd spoken.
Seeing that it was Libby, still diapered, otherwise naked,
drooling and reaching for him, Salem did the only thing he could
think of to do.
He panicked.

"AAAAHHHH!",
he shouted, leaping straight up and out of Libby's reach.
Nimbly, he used his cat reflexes to land on his feet near the
door, and ran inside the house.
Libby, frustrated in her efforts to play with the kitty,
whimpered and cried a little bit, before moving on to see what else
she could find to do.

Salem
darted through the Spellman kitchen and into the living room, where
he found the still-napping Val and Sabrina in their playpen, and the
snoring Hilda, who had slept through Libby's escape.
He jumped onto Hilda's lap and called out her name.

Startled
out of her sound sleep, Hilda flailed her arms and cried, "Wha?
Wha?
Wha?"

This
noise awoke Sabrina and Val, who joined her in a startled chorus of
"Wha"s and "Waa"s.
Val was startled enough to begin crying again, which meant
that she had to be calmed down again by Hilda.
Sabrina, upon seeing that she was still diapered and that the
antidote had not come yet, began softly crying herself, a fact that
disgusted her even more.
Val, of course, presumed that Sabrina was crying for the same
reasons she herself was.

After
Val and Sabrina had been calmed and stopped crying, Hilda turned to
Salem and demanded, "Okay, cat, what's the big idea?"

"Well,
since it appears to have escaped your notice," Salem replied,
"one of the inmates has escaped!"

Hilda
spun and looked at the empty crib.

"Aw,
man," she moaned.
"Where's Libby now?"

"Last
I saw," Salem responded, "she was on the patio, but headed
for the front. . ."

That
was as far as the cat got, before Hilda whipped past him and headed
for the door.

By
this time, Libby had crawled out onto the driveway and was watching
in rapt fascination as a caterpillar inched its way through the
grass.
At first, she thought it was a new toy, and picked it up,
giggling as it crawled along her fingers.
Then, wondering how it would taste, she stuck it in her
mouth, only to spit it out again seconds later, and begin crying at
how horrid it tasted.

As
this was going on, traffic on the street had come to a screeching
halt due to the spectacle that Libby presented.
It wasn't every day that a nude, nubile teenager clad only in
a diaper presented herself to public view,
and the cars that normally sped by the Spellman house without
giving it a second glance had now stopped to see what was going on.

Some
of the drivers had gotten out of their cars, and had begun calling
questions to Libby about what she was doing and whether or not she
needed help.
Libby, of course, understood not a word of it.
She just sat there and cried, with all the hurt feelings and
moral indignation her baby-ish mind could muster over the unfairness
of crawly toys that taste horrible.

It
was while she was in this state that Hilda found her.

"Oh,
Libby," Hilda said as she bent down to scoop the teen up into
her arms, having first cast a discreet spell to make her
feather-light.
"What's the matter, honey?"

Not
understanding the words, but sensing concern in Hilda's voice, Libby
pointed at the now-deceased caterpillar and wailed, "Baa!
Bleh-beh-beh!"

"Tsk.
Well, I could have told you that.",
Hilda replied, as if Libby's meaning was crystal clear.

Seeing
the crowd that had gathered, Hilda pasted on a phony smile and
addressed them.

"She's
mentally retarded," Hilda informed them.
"I take care of her during the day.
She must have crawled out when I wasn't looking."

Hilda
then turned and took Libby back inside.
The nosy neighbors, now satisfied that they had a reasonable
answer for this oddity, returned to their cars and drove away,
mentally shaking their heads at how lax this daycare provider was.
They would never allow their own children to stay with her,
that was for sure.

Once
back inside, Hilda calmed Libby down, swabbed out her mouth to take
care of any caterpillar germs, and put her back in the playpen with
Val and Sabrina.

Sabrina
made a point of looking at the clock, then back at Hilda, then back
at the clock again, hoping Hilda would pick up on the message.

She
did.
"Zelda should be back any minute now," she told her
niece.
"I don't remember it taking that long for the anti-baby
potion to get brewed. . ."

As
if in answer, the bolt of
lightning and clap of thunder that signified the Other Realm
portal opening was heard from upstairs, and a visibly relieved Hilda
announced, "That sounds like her now!"

"Hilda!",
Zelda called as she entered the upstairs hallway.
"I'm back!
Any problems while I was gone?"

"None
to speak of," Hilda said cautiously, as Zelda came down the
stairs.
As she reached the ground floor, she saw Sabrina peering out
from the playpen expectantly, and nodded at her in triumph.

"I've
got the antidote, sweetheart!", she announced.
"Enough for all three of you!"

"Okay,"
Zelda said to Sabrina, "we have to mix a teaspoon of this with
baby formula and let you drink it from your baby bottle.
That's part of the spell. . .you have to come out of it while
you're nursing, as a way of reinmaking the lesson not to do
something that dumb again!"

Sighing,
Sabrina nodded.
Anything to get out of this diaper and back to normal!
Though a part of her still wasn't so sure she wanted it to
end.

Zelda
zapped up three bottles of baby formula, and a teaspoon.
She measured out a dose for each bottle and mixed it in
thoroughly.

"We
need to do you first, dear," Zelda told her niece.
"That way, you can already be cured and dressed normally
when your friends come out, and you can help us explain whatever
cover story we come up with to them."

Sabrina
nodded again.
That made sense, and she was anxious to go first anyway.

Zelda
gave her the bottle, and she gulped its contents down as if it were
the nectar of the gods.
After she finished it, she belched loudly, and sighed,
"Oh, man, am I stuffed!"

Then,
realizing that she'd spoken a coherent sentence, she cried, "I
can talk!
Am I cured?"

She
stood up, a bit dizzily at first, but then with confidence, and
clambered out of the playpen.

"So
far, so good," Zelda said knowingly.
"How do you feel, overall?"

"Pretty
good," Sabrina replied.
"And you know what?
I can feel that I have to pee now. . .but I'm holding it
in!"

"Beautiful!",
Hilda declared.
"Can you hold it long enough to go upstairs and use the
bathroom?"

"Yeah!",
she cried triumphantly.
It was hard for her to believe that something she used to
take for granted now seemed like a monumental accomplishment.

"Very
good!", Zelda told her.
"Now, go on up and do what you need to do.
You can leave your diaper off, and get dressed. . .but in your
pajamas, not your school clothes!"

"Okay,"
Sabrina replied.
"But why the pj's?"

"You're
going to tell your friends that you were staying home with a cold
today," Zelda advised.
"You'll need to fake some sneezes and a runny
nose."

"That
shouldn't be hard, if I can have my magic back," she said,
directing her gaze at Hilda.

"No
sooner said than done," Hilda replied, pointing her finger and
removing the lock on Sabrina's powers.

"Good,"
Zelda nodded.
"Now, we need to get these two fixed up.
I have an idea on what to tell them; Hilda, you follow my
lead, okay?"

"Got
it," Hilda replied.

The
remaining antidote was mixed into the bottles for Libby and Val, and
fed to them.
Since Hilda had already bottle fed them a few hours ago, they
weren't really hungry, and fussed and fought a little bit.
Ultimately, the two adult witches stuck funnels into the
teens mouths and poured the formula down into them.

As
the last of the formula disappeared down their throats, both girls
burped loudly, and their vacant, infantile gazes began to fade away
as their teen intellects returned.
During this transition period, Hilda and Zelda zapped away
the diapers and restored their cheerleader outfits and other
clothing to them, then transferred both teens to the living room
sofas.
The playpen was also zapped away, in the nick of time.

"I'm
afraid there was a gas leak, dear," Zelda said hastily, an
assertion Hilda confirmed with a vigorous nod of the head.
"You girls were both overcome, and we moved you out here
to the living room where you'd be comfortable.
You were both out for several hours."

"Oh,"
Valerie said.
"Man!
I had the weirdest dream. . ."

"It
couldn't have been any worse than mine," Libby said haughtily.

"Well,
maybe on your way home you can compare them," Hilda said
helpfully.
Zelda shot her a dirty look.

"Hey!
Where's Sabrina?", Valerie asked.

Right
on cue, Sabrina, now clad in her pajamas, appeared at the top of the
stairs.
She was clutching a box of Kleenex, her hair was a rumpled
mess, and her nose was red and puffy.
She sneezed makefully, then blew her nose into one of the
Kleenexes.

The
two cheerleaders left through the front door, and Sabrina dropped
her sick act, as all three witches exhaled with relief.

Two
hours later, the three witches were sitting in the kitchen again,
having a quiet lunch.

"You
know, Sabrina," Zelda said as she sipped her mug of coffee,
"I saw that wistful look in your eyes when I came in with the
antidote.
Part of you kind of liked being a baby again, didn't
you?"

"Well,
kinda," Sabrina said sheepishly.
"It felt kind of. . .nice. . .to be safe and protected and
not have to worry about homework, or Libby, or whether Harvey really
loves me, or any of that.
Does that make me a weirdo?"

"No,
dear," Zelda responded.
"it's quite normal.
Everyone has thoughts about that once in a while, especially
when life gets to be too stressful.
The trick is not letting it become an obsession."

Sabrina
stared at Zelda.
"You sound like you have experience with that!"

"She
does," Hilda put in.
"See, there's an easier way to do it than to suck on an
Other Realm pacifier.
All you have to do is place a temporary Turn Back The Clock
spell on yourself.
You just need to make sure you put a time limit on it that
you can live with, because once you set the limit and the spell
takes effect, you're stuck with it until the time expires."

"And
this is something you've done before?", Sabrina asked Zelda.

"From
time to time," her brainy aunt admitted, looking sheepish
herself now.
"Every hundred years or so, the pressure gets to be too
much, and I like to de-tox by spending a few hours or so as a baby.
But I plan it in advance. . .I hire a sitter, set a specific
time limit, and never give in to the temptation to make it a
permanent situation."

"Cool!",
Sabrina said.
"So I can do that, too, if I want to?"

"Sure,"
Hilda said.
"But next time, make yourself regress physically as well
as mentally, okay?
You're easier to carry that way!"

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